Seeds in their packets
won’t be growing anywhere
I’ll plant tomorrow
by Scooj
Seeds in their packets
won’t be growing anywhere
I’ll plant tomorrow
by Scooj
.
Who needs a summer?
already the swifts’ shrill cries
fill gorgeous blue skies
.
by Scooj
.
White rose reminds me
of my Yorkshire heritage
of my missed father
.
by Scooj
.
One, two, three, four, five
long-tailed tits perch in the birch
five, four, three, two, one
.
by Scooj
Your time came too soon
somehow it doesn’t seem fair
I will remember
by Scooj
My rather full day
has somewhat predicated against
writing a haiku
by Scooj
Wonder of wonders
miracle of miracles
musical plundered
by Scooj
Soft wind sweetly blows
gently soothing sun-soaked skin
it’s not yet summer
by Scooj
From the high bookshelf
an unread Christmas book calls
The Book of Origins
by Scooj
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Ready for planting
claggy soil crumbled by hand
a transformation
.
by Scooj